To illuminate this sword, light seed to gather infinitely.
For a mont, it created an illusion that even the sun's rays had shifted, as if focused through a magnifying glass onto that blade.
Bathed in such radiance, the figure holding the sword appeared like a hero tearing through the darkness of a chaotic era.
In an instant, they grew towering, rivaling the majestic form of a god!
Thus, as belief flowed back into the human side, their previously bewildered and dim eyes now shone brightly once more.
One by one, they cast gazes filled with imnse anticipation.
"So beautiful..."
Le Fay, the descendant of Arthur from another world, exclaid with pure, sparkling eyes.
A sense of pride surged from within her heart.
"Is this the holy sword?"
Irina, a Holy Sword Wielder, possessed a holy sword forged from one of the fragnts of the original holy sword shattered during the great three-way battle, recreated through alchemy.
Could the original holy sword from her world have been this dazzling?
It couldn't compare, could it?
For a mont, she felt as if she were flaunting a counterfeit in the presence of the genuine article.
Moreover, she felt that the title of Holy Sword Wielder was far too grand for her, and a strong sense of unworthiness welled up inside her.
"That is the dream pursued by countless warriors."
Rossweisse murmured in a daze.
As a Valkyrie and a warrior herself, all warriors held a certain aspiration, a lifelong pursuit, and that aspiration was precisely what she witnessed before her now.
"Spear of Victory versus Sword of Victory? Which will prevail?"
Serafall whispered softly.
This ti, both sides were unleashing their final strikes, and the outco was about to be decided.
The previous feeling of comparing a firefly's glow to starlight now seed like a contest between stars themselves—a test of which shone more brilliantly and brightly.
"Kukuku, hohoho..."
He too assud a stance, and the radiance emanating from the Spear of Victory in his hand seed to surge explosively in an instant.
Even from afar, through the screen, one could feel the boundless power radiating from that spear.
"Let see whose [Victory] reigns supre! Arthur!"
Zeus growled these words like a beast, unleashing all his remaining power from his hands.
At that mont, the wind ceased, and the dust clouds that had been stirred up should have settled due to the absence of wind. Yet, eerily, the dust also froze, as if solidified in the air.
Behold the once turbulent sea, which had lost untold volus of water to evaporation and was still attempting to fill the massive abyssal fissure, now ceased its churning and inflow, appearing as if frozen solid.
The erupting volcano also fell silent, as if forming a motionless painting.
At this mont, the spaceti of all things ca to a standstill.
This was because the speed of Zeus's strike dominated spaceti, rendering everything in a state of temporal stasis in his eyes.
Thus, before ti could resu its flow, the Spear of Victory had already reached its target.
Its boundless power would shatter everything, destroying the very spaceti of the area where the opponent stood.
And so, an anomalous point appeared at the spear's tip—like piercing through glass, radiating cracks spread from it. These fissures covered King Arthur entirely, as if the slightest touch would reduce him to dust.
When spaceti began to function again, it would mark the mont of King Arthur's death.
Thus, in Zeus's eyes, the frozen spaceti started to flow once more.
Crack!
In an instant, King Arthur's body shattered. Yet, before it could fully disintegrate and the fragnts scatter, an endless light erupted from the sword he held.
The light surged, the light roared!
Boundless radiance pierced through everything, incinerating all in its path!
"This—truly is a delightful strike!"
As Zeus exclaid with pleasure, he was t with a barrage of countless light particles—particles capable of decomposing everything into their fundantal elents.
Even his high-density body could not withstand such an assault. It began to evaporate like dry ice, transforming from solid to gaseous state before vanishing entirely.
How magnificent—this battle had no victor!
"What... what happened?"
"What's going on?"
"What in the world just occurred?"
Every human and god in the coliseum stared in astonishnt at the scene before them.
One mont, both sides were locked in a standoff, wielding weapons bearing the na of [Victory], poised for the final blow.
The next, it was as if several fras had been skipped in an animation—the process completely unseen—before the entire arena was flooded with boundless light.
The radiance was not only visible through the coliseum's projection but could be seen erupting from the ground outside, drowning the heavens and piercing through the atmosphere, engulfing the arena itself.
Thus, the entire coliseum trembled and roared under the impact of the light.
What had truly happened?
It seed the coliseum had urgently activated so defensive asure, preventing the space from being completely saturated with golden light and allowing everyone to see clearly.
And so, all could witness the projection of the arena below.
Beneath them, the star was unleashing an unprecedented, colossal auroral pillar—so imnse it felt as though it might pierce through the celestial body itself.
Horrifyingly, half the planet's surface appeared to have been blasted away, peeled back like an orange skin, a truly terrifying sight!
It was evident that the aurora's energy was primarily directed skyward.
Had it been aid at the planet's surface, none would doubt that the star would have been pierced through by this light.
Then, everyone imdiately realized that this was the phenonon caused by the final strike between the two in an instant unobservable to all.
So, whose weapon of [Victory] caused this?
Was it the [Spear of Victory]?
Or was it [Sword of Promised Victory]?
Or perhaps both?
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